{"id":3405,"date":"2012-10-26T12:00:46","date_gmt":"2012-10-26T12:00:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=3405"},"modified":"2012-10-19T15:53:31","modified_gmt":"2012-10-19T15:53:31","slug":"martin-redfern","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/martin-redfern\/","title":{"rendered":"Martin Redfern"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The tone of your voice<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I watch you answer the phone.<\/p>\n<p>From the tone of your voice,<\/p>\n<p>I realise it\u2019s over.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I hear the tenderness<\/p>\n<p>I had understood was mine.<\/p>\n<p>You run your fingers through your hair,<\/p>\n<p>The breeze unsettling your dress.<\/p>\n<p>I comb your exquisite face<\/p>\n<p>To search for hope.<\/p>\n<p>But your eyes are exuberant now,<\/p>\n<p>You overflow with him.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I want to plead for what we once had &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Instead I say nothing.<\/p>\n<p>How do I tell you what you have told me?<br \/>\n<strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Martin Redfern<\/strong> was brought up in the West Midlands and has lived in Edinburgh since the 1990s. \u00a0A publisher by occupation, Martin also writes short stories and poetry. He\u2019s uncertain whether he&#8217;s poacher turned game-keeper or vice versa\u2026.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; The tone of your voice I watch you answer the phone. From the tone of your voice, I realise it\u2019s over. &nbsp; I hear the tenderness I had understood was mine. You run your fingers through your hair, The breeze unsettling your dress. I comb your exquisite face To search for hope. But [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3405","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3405","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3405"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3405\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3410,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3405\/revisions\/3410"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3405"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3405"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3405"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}